Demonic Experiments: No Exit Courtyard
Dream of a place where your hands rise above one another, where thorns rise under your feet. Imagine a place where those who hurt you, breathless in the clouds of blood, cover their mouths so as not to smile at you. Even though you know water is flowing behind the cracks in the walls, imagine that you are weak enough to open those cracks. Imagine that everything that is done is designed to make you suffer, not to bring you sweet and fresh air. Imagine that you are imprisoned in a place with walls so dark or light that you don't know what's going on around you. Imagine that you are tired of dreaming. Imagine that the words put an airtight pressure on the letters, the letters are crushed, and each sound becomes a sizzle. Imagine that the soft bodies trying to reach you through the courtyard have to go through hard wires and suffer until they eventually turn into carbon fiber.
Imagine the moss rising around you until cover your view with a green velvet mask. Imagine falling not on a boulder, but on the soft belly of a monster. But this isn't a Miyazaki movie, imagine the monster eating you savagely. And imagine running to digest you, boiling in its guts. Imagine that the last thing you'll see before you turn into a stinking excrement is that light you've never seen.
April, 2023 paper collage // by Demon Ego
